Out in front of the Merlaut, Indigo's latest little project is done drying, ready to be removed from its molds. That project being... square concrete tiles, about one foot on each side, of various colors. Some are pure white, but others are various degrees of a rainbow blur, like different colors of paint had been mixed into the concrete and swirled together. Some are just barely off-white with only the tiniest hint of color, others are more of a pastel, and the last have the brightest and strongest colors.
"Well, these sure turned out pretty," Indigo muses to herself while surveying her work. Are they as strong as normal concrete, though? Beauty is nice, but utility is what she's interested in. "Awful light, though." She weighs the tile in her hands. She's not sure if that's a bad thing, or if she's stumbled upon something that's lighter than normal concrete while being just as strong (or even stronger?).
She had assumed at first that while the white rock-like skin of the mushrooms could be used to make concrete, the colored skin would have too many impurities to be useful for such chemistry. She changed her mind after remembering that so many things didn't work the way they were supposed to here. Really, there was no way of knowing if either of the skins, the white or the colored, could be used for her purposes until she tried... hence the tiles she made as a test batch.
Indigo stacks all the tiles that didn't crack during the drying process (an inevitability when what she made was so thin, not much more than an inch or so in thickness) next to the wall, organized by intensity of color (since that would represent the ratio of white to colored skin she used to make it in the first place), and stands up, eager to find others who might be interested in her new discovery.
Mushroom Concrete (In front of the Merlaut)
"Well, these sure turned out pretty," Indigo muses to herself while surveying her work. Are they as strong as normal concrete, though? Beauty is nice, but utility is what she's interested in. "Awful light, though." She weighs the tile in her hands. She's not sure if that's a bad thing, or if she's stumbled upon something that's lighter than normal concrete while being just as strong (or even stronger?).
She had assumed at first that while the white rock-like skin of the mushrooms could be used to make concrete, the colored skin would have too many impurities to be useful for such chemistry. She changed her mind after remembering that so many things didn't work the way they were supposed to here. Really, there was no way of knowing if either of the skins, the white or the colored, could be used for her purposes until she tried... hence the tiles she made as a test batch.
Indigo stacks all the tiles that didn't crack during the drying process (an inevitability when what she made was so thin, not much more than an inch or so in thickness) next to the wall, organized by intensity of color (since that would represent the ratio of white to colored skin she used to make it in the first place), and stands up, eager to find others who might be interested in her new discovery.